It was no secret that Agathe found herself in some peculiar places to escape the cold airs of her family, painting a sweet smile on her face as she told her father that she was just going to the markets even if he knew her better than she cared to admit. As long as she wasn’t ruining her sisters prospects what did it matter? That was the catalyst of her wild behaviours, that it was all about her sisters and never about herself, it was very much a matter of him not knowing what exactly she was getting up to and she could do whatever the young woman decided. Technically though, it wasn’t a lie.



She did go to the markets, browsing the stalls just enough for reports to tell her father that she had been there; it was only when she escaped her escorts that she had found herself weaving through the throng of people, strolling along the docks without much of a care until she was pushing her way into a tavern the male patriarchy would certainly wag their fingers at.



The scandalous stares only pushed the lithe being forward, hand moving to brush her loose waves of gold from her shoulder as she cast a crooked twist of a smile to those wondering if they were in the right place. Of course the reality was that they were wondering if she had taken a wrong turn but somewhere in her pretty little mind she adored the center of attention such an act had thrown her into, the shade of baby blue incandescent against her skin as she just stood there allowing the eyes of many drink her in. The smirk never left her face as she sauntered on for her generous helping of honeyed wine, surveying around until she found herself watching a heated game of five finger fillet.



“Winner pays for drinks?” Agathe drolled softly, brow twitching in a near certain display of confidence as she nodded to the blade held between the middle fingers. “What? You don’t fear losing against me do you?” Agathe didn’t wait for the opposing male to stand before she just perched herself on his knee like some paid lady, free hand near landing boisterously on the slab between them as she held her soon to be opponents gaze over the rim of her chalice before too setting it down. Was this a bad idea? Oh it was terrible, her father; grandfather and even mother would have a conniption when they eventually heard but maybe her uncle would be amused enough to allow her escape from such lashing.



The air was thick with uncertainty, surely they had heard her wrong? A noble lady playing such commoners games? However such heaviness didn’t sway Agathe from her inviting dare as she wrapped her arm over the shoulder belonging to a name she wouldn’t remember as she surveyed her attention around the tavern once more knowing her reputation was sinking lower and lower with the seconds that passed in the stifling heat. Agathes slender hand wrapped around the one that rested nervously beside her hip, raising it to her sights where she set her drink.



“Hold please.” Agathes elbow found the table before her, hand outstretched waiting for the sharp blade to find her grasp. Honestly? Agathe was bored, knives were sharp but her reflexes were sharper which if winning would buy her an additional point on the board of playing men at their own game? Then who was she to deny herself the opportunity, but that was low down on her list of priorities when watching that vein on her fathers head come to bursting had become a highlight of her escapades.



“What about you?” Agathe suddenly asked towards the only other female worth her time in this place, bright eyes roaming over her shape as she posed the would be known pirate she was addressing; stare alight with mischief; a challenge. “You don’t care for nobility do you?”